At the moment when three lonely Chinese cavalrymen broke out of the Japanese army formation.
The two big men who had been half-kneeling and staring blankly into the distance looked at each other, nodded in unison, and finally made up their minds.
"Master Diao, my brother is going to disobey Boss Zhou's military order. I can't accompany you back to Qinglong Mountain. You can take the four little brothers and go! If you don't ride a horse, go to the mountains. Go back and tell the commander that the first company didn't give the brothers
It's embarrassing, even if they die in battle, none of them will be deserters." A tall man in a sheepskin coat silently glanced at the foot of the mountain again, where the three brothers who finally broke out of the encirclement were reining in their horses and turning their horses' heads.
Obviously, even if there were only three of them, they still chose to charge into the formation again and charge towards the powerful Japanese cavalry.
In order to take revenge, or even more, to buy more time for the fleeing people, the Japanese, who suffered equally heavy casualties, would definitely seek out them to vent their anger.
"Little brothers, going south from here is the Great Wall, and there is Qinglong Mountain. If you meet a big brother named Zeng Shui, tell him that his boss has never been a smart man, and he is not a material for special forces, but he
, we will always be good brothers." The idiot man did not directly answer the two Chinese cavalrymen who had already mounted their horses and drew their sabers. Instead, he grabbed the reins of the horses with the same determination, got on the horse, and faced the four who were shocked by the tragic scene at the foot of the mountain.
The green-skinned young man said.
Facing the sorrowful but determined eyes of the two Chinese cavalrymen, the idiot man cracked his mouth and smiled: "Since we are good brothers, how can we abandon our brothers?"
"Haha, good brother." The two cavalrymen laughed suddenly and glared at the four green-skinned young men who were still a little confused. "If you don't leave quickly, I can only help you block it for three minutes."
Seeing several boys crawling and disappearing into the woods, the three last Chinese soldiers who had already mounted their horses and drew their sabers suddenly clamped their legs on the horse's belly and roared: "Drive".
Three horses, carrying the last three Chinese cavalrymen who had been ordered to leave, disobeyed military orders and rushed down the mountain.
There is no courage to live towards death, only the courage to die with courage.
Looking at the three horses rushing down the mountain, a slight smile appeared on the cold face of the Japanese major. Of course he knew that there were people on the mountain. This was great. The last Chinese on the mountain were lured down once and for all. He didn't have to
Then send people to trek through the snow to chase them.
After these three days of hard pursuit, as the deputy commander of the 3rd Cavalry Regiment of the Kwantung Army Garrisoned in Jehol, Major Murakami Ichijun knew how difficult it was to deal with the 60 or so Chinese cavalrymen in front of him.
The Chinese army, which was surrounded by tens of thousands of troops but was still able to escape, not only had strong team fighting skills, but also was extremely tenacious in their personal character. In the two rounds of confrontation just now, although there were only three Chinese cavalry left in the end, they were almost completely wiped out.
Opponent, but Major Kazjun Murakami did not feel the slightest joy, but felt huge humiliation.
This "Wolf Hunting" operation was personally ordered by Major General Susumu Fujita, the highest commander of the Kwantung Army stationed in Rehe, and personally presided over by him, the deputy captain of the cavalry regiment. Through investigation, it was finally determined that the two previous Imperial Army transport convoys were attacked by surprise.
He was the culprit and passed false information to the Chinese people in Qinglong Mountain through the audacious horseman. In order to teach those Chinese people huddled in the Great Wall Mountains of China an unforgettable lesson, he, the commander-in-chief of the "Wolf Hunt" operation, even
He did not hesitate to use the life of a small squad of imperial cavalry as bait, and personally led two cavalry squadrons with a total of 280 people to ambush the Chinese.
In order to prevent being discovered by the Chinese reconnaissance cavalry, he led two squadrons of cavalry to hide in a valley on the way from Qinglong Mountain to Heilongji one day before the transport team used as a bait left the city.
The three ambush locations are all no more than ten miles away. As long as they receive a distress signal from the transport team, they can rush to the battlefield within fifteen minutes and kill all the Chinese.
It can be said that in order to achieve the maximum destruction of the Deng Wen Cavalry Brigade, which the Japanese hated so much, Kazjun Murakami's so-called "wolf hunting" plan was extremely vicious.
He chose his hiding place ten miles away from the transport team because he had no intention of rescuing the unsuspecting Japanese squad of cavalry and the infantry platoon of puppet troops. In his plan, no matter what
It doesn't matter how long this infantry platoon and small detachment of cavalry can resist the Chinese, as long as the Chinese bite the bait and enter his encirclement.
But he succeeded. Although the cavalry company coming out of Qinglong Mountain was very cautious, they sent several groups of reconnaissance cavalry to conduct reconnaissance on the way forward, especially the special forces sent by the independent regiment of Erhuo Nandiao Ye to conduct training on the ambush site.
A sufficiently detailed search was carried out in the first five miles. However, no one, including Xinke Special Forces Commander Diaoye, expected that the Japanese would place the ambush location ten miles away, and in the direction they came from, not in the direction of Chengde.
The operation to ambush the Chinese was successful, but the "Wolf Hunt" operation was not successful in the eyes of the host, Major Kazjun Murakami. Although more than 60 Chinese cavalry were surrounded by his superior force, they still rushed toward the mountains in a panic.
Fleeing, if the cavalry under his command were not elite enough, they almost escaped. But if he had not seen this small mountain village where the Chinese cavalry had stayed and obtained supplies and had the idea to use the lives of Chinese people to force them out, this pursuit battle would have been impossible.
He didn't know how long it would take. Even so, the Chinese cavalry he forced out were still fighting. Although more than fifty people were killed, he also lost more than forty people.
This was the result of excessive physical exertion and heavy casualties after the opponent's charge. If they were given the same number of cavalry, what would be the outcome of this battle?
Ichijun Murakami felt cold all over just thinking about it, even colder than the raging cold wind blowing on his face in the mountains. If it were the combat power of the cavalry who was already lying on the ground and became a cold corpse in front of him, he, the best graduate of the cavalry department of the Imperial Army Military Academy,
Life, there is no chance of winning.
Fortunately, they didn't have this chance after all, including the few people they left behind on the mountain who wanted to go back to report the news. They couldn't help but rush down the mountain at the moment when the Chinese were about to be wiped out. Thinking of this, Kazun Murakami
A smile of great success finally appeared on the face of more than 60 Chinese people. Major General Susumu Fujita will definitely be happy.
Hearing the thunderous sound of horse hooves behind him, Lao Zhou, who was about to charge, turned around in horror. Three horses and three people galloped down.
The distance of one hundred meters is only a few seconds for the horses running on the mountain. The three horses stood in front of Lao Zhou, who had an angry look on his face, and looked into the eyes of Lao Zhou's only remaining eye.
The eyes that are almost cannibalizing come out.
The burly man was not afraid and said, "Boss, the First Cavalry Company of the Cavalry Brigade is here to report."
"Huang Daniu, the First Cavalry Company of the Cavalry Brigade, is here to report."
"Diao Ye from the independent group came to report."
Looking at the three soldiers with determined expressions, the anger in the one-eyed man's eyes slowly faded away, replaced by a face full of regret, "You three bastards, you are trying to make the commander not know whose hands our brothers died at.
We can’t even find a place to collect the body!”
"Haha, Boss Zhou, our team leader has a saying: Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the mountains. No matter where they die, the bastard Japanese will have to throw this pile of meat on my Chinese land. The fat ones are our Chinese.
The soil is definitely not Japanese anyway." The idiot male Diaoye suddenly laughed and said a few very serious words.
It was completely different from his usual less toned rhetoric.
"Okay, since Brother Diao has said so, let's go with my First Cavalry Company to see the Lord of Hell! The four of us will compete to see who can kill one or two more little Japs." The one-eyed man said.
He pointed his saber towards the Japanese troops who were slowly pressing forward, and said angrily.
"Why are there only four of us? Ma Laoyao and Haizi..." The burly soldier's eyes turned around on the two brothers who were motionless with their backs to him and he could recognize them just by looking at their backs.
His eyes were filled with grief.
"The two of them have already taken the first step." However, there was no trace of grief on the face of the one-eyed man, and he shouted loudly: "The first company of cavalry, kill."
"First Company of Cavalry, kill."
Four horses and four people rushed out almost as soon as the roar came out.
"Onboard"
The Japanese cavalry also began to speed up.
The sound of hooves was like thunder, and the cold wind was like a knife. The four cavalrymen charged towards the black cavalry that was nearly 60 times their number.
Compared to before, he was more like a moth flying into the flames.
However, their roars even seemed to cover up the sound of horse hooves and spread to the mountains and forests, reaching Zeng Shui'er who was charging madly.